Instead of moving, Matt leaned forward, brought his mouth down to her exposed sex and began to lick up one side and down the other of her outer lips. Sasha watched in fascination as he attacked her pussy with fervor. She had never actually seen his tongue licking her before. Soon she forgot about the position she was in and reveled in the feelings he was giving her. Her first orgasm came out of nowhere. She felt the warmth surge throughout her body.
Matt, the aroma of her arousal invading his senses, found her extended clit, and circled it with his tongue. For his efforts, he was rewarded with a new helping of her lubricating juices. By this time, she was beginning to pant and moan with desire. She needed him inside her; and she needed him now. And yet, he did not enter her. She always knew he had a kinky side to his personality. It came to the forefront moments later when she felt his tongue slowly caressing her ass. Her body was on fire. She would have done almost anything for him. For a moment, she feared that he was going to fuck her ass, then at the last moment, he moved up over her body, grabbed hold of the top of the headboard and slowly entered her soaking wet pussy.
She watched as the head of his cock slowly parted her lips and disappeared into her damp heat. In and out his cock traveled, bringing her ever closer to another earth-shaking climax. It was like watching one of his porn videos, only this time they were the stars of the video as well as the live audience. How long it went on she never knew. The pressure was building, and when her body could no longer withstand it, her climax exploded within her, sending shockwaves through her body. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent scream as the feelings overwhelmed her.
Then she felt it. First one splat onto her cheek, the next into her mouth, the third and fourth onto her forehead and the next one into her right eye.
She opened her left eye, in time to see the head of his cock just inches from her face and caught a glimpse of his face before the final spurt of his ejaculation landed on her left eye.
“Get off me you bastard. You did that on purpose. Get off me. Ouch it stings, it hurts like hell, I’ve got to wash my face.”
She untangled herself, rolled out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door and locked it behind her.
“Sasha, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. It slipped out and before I could do anything about it, it was all over. I’m sorry, are you alright?”
When she finally calmed down enough to control herself. She opened the door and marched past him still naked, put on a nightshirt and panties, climbed into bed, and turned away from his side of the bed.
She got up the next morning, dressed, and went to work. She did not hear from him for the rest of the day. However, when she got home, there was a dozen red roses in a vase on the kitchen table, with a note of apology and his pledge of his never-ending love for her.
She knew now it was all a bunch of lies. She could see clearly now that final moment just before she was temporarily blinded by his cum, he was smiling down at her, as he disrespected her!
She allowed her anger to build until, after a few minutes, she exploded.
“You fucking bastard. You think you’ve won; you think I can’t make it without you. I’ve got news for you; I will survive. In fact, I will thrive!
Just like an over inflated balloon, it reaches a point where it can’t handle any more air, bursts, and very little remains. Sasha returned to her bedroom, prepared a bed for herself using her quilt folded in half and her pillow, stripped, and naked, crawled between the fold of the quilt, and reviewed her situation. All remnants of her anger had completed disappeared.
‘At this point, I can’t afford to rent another apartment, and I won’t ever move in with anyone ever again. I don’t want to jeopardize my studio, but I have no choice, I’ll have to live in my office. I’ve already got a convertible sofa thanks to that yard sale we went to a year ago. I’ll have to move it behind my desk, so I can open it at night. I have a microwave, a refrigerator, and a coffee machine I can use for my meals. I’m so glad that I spent that fit-out money I received from the landlord when I signed my lease, to renovate the men’s bathroom by removing the urinal and installing a private shower and floor drain. Now all I have to do is get my clothes and things into the studio without the landlord seeing me and keep a low profile around there. I can make this work.’
Chapter 2
Enrique ‘Rick’ Hernandez drove his Ford F150 through the nearly empty parking lots. He always enjoyed this time of the morning. The sun was barely peeking over the eastern horizon; the cool of the night air had not yet yielded to the oppressive heat that would soon dominate the rest of the day and even hours later into the evening. He drove along the store fronts, stopping at each trash receptacle, checking the level of the accumulated trash. If necessary, he removed the trash bag, tied it off, and replaced it with a new one, tossing the filled bag in the bed of his truck before heading to the next one. As he pulled up in front of The Studio he knew what he would find, so he already had a replacement bag in hand. As he removed the used bag, he checked its contents. Sure enough, there were at least two white kitchen bags full of garbage, along with the occasional Starbuck’s coffee cup and the remnants of a fast-food meal or two.
He laughed to himself. He knew the owner of The Studio, Sasha Richards had to be frugal with her money. Most of the other stores had their own trash dumpsters in the back of the building; in fact, it was a requirement in their lease to arrange for the dispose of their own garbage. He sealed the bag, tossed it into the back of the truck and as he was about to get into the driver’s seat, he glanced around the large parking lot. There, far away from the stores, was her faded blue VW Beetle. After stopping several more times, he left the parking lot by the side exit, crossed the street, and entered the next shopping center.
His uncle’s company, Glendale Building Services, Inc. had the contract for the maintenance of six shopping centers on this side of Bell Road and five on the opposite side of the road. Before crossing over to the other side of the road, Rick stopped at the company’s dumpster, unloaded the back of the truck, and continued his task until it was complete.
He then reviewed his work orders for the day, prioritized them in order of importance, and set about completing his tasks for the day. When he was satisfied that all were complete, he packed up his tools and headed back to his office. His office was located on the top floor of the four-story office building located behind the shopping center, which included The Studio. He parked his truck in the back of the building and after entering the building, chose to use the stairs rather than the elevator. He greeted the receptionist, picked up his messages and proceeded quickly to his corner office. The nameplate read Rick Hernandez, President. Upon entering his office, his eyes focused upon the large flowchart, which was mounted directly behind his desk. At the top in bold letters was the name of the parent company: Miguel Hernandez Land Management and Development Company. Below the name hung four subsidiary companies. Glendale Management Company, Glendale Construction Company, Glendale Realtors, Inc., and Glendale Building Services, Inc.